My stepbrother
I know I affect her, even if it’s just sex, but I should stop teasing her before she starts avoiding me again.
“So, how did you fall in love with Zoro?” I ask, trying to change the mood. She turns to me, beaming.
“I was twelve. I saw him in a manga one of my friends brought to school, and that was it. Love and first sight.”
“Just like that, huh? What was it, the green hair?”
“The swords. I love a man that can use a sword.”
“I—”
“No dirty innuendos perv,” she says, grinning. I smile as I watch her brown eyes dancing and full of life.